For Joseph he said,

‘May his land be blessed by Adonai

With heavenly bounty from the dew

And from the deep lying beneath,

And with the bounty

Of the sun’s produce

And the months’ yield,

And with the best

From the ancient mountains

And the bounty of the everlasting hills,

With earth’s bounty and its fullness

And the favor of the One

Dwelling in the bush.

May it come on Joseph’s head,

On the crown of the prince

Among his brothers.

The firstborn ox—majesty is his.

His horns are the horns of the wild ox.

With them he gores peoples,

All at once, to the ends of the earth.

They are the myriads of Ephraim,

They are the thousands of Manasseh.’

A fruitful son is Joseph,

A fruitful son beside a spring—

Daughters walk along a wall.

The archers were bitter and shot arrows

And were hostile towards him.

Yet his bow was always filled,

And his arms quick-moving—

By the hands of the Mighty One of Jacob.

From there a Shepherd,

The Stone of Israel,

From the God of your father

who helps you,

And Shaddai who blesses you,

With blessings of heavens above,

Blessings of the deep that lies below,

Blessings of breasts and womb.

The blessings of your father surpassed

The blessings of the ancient mountains,

The desire of the everlasting hills.

May they be upon Joseph’s head,

Upon the crown of the one set apart from his brothers.